Jesus stands
for his baptism,
his right hand
resting on his chest.
Had Mary raised
her hand
heartward,
a Child would rest
here on her arm
out of harm’s way,
held close,
Child’s ear cupped
against her breast,
holding all time
in one moment’s frame.
In frameless icon,
I seek Jesus’ hand.
Hold me close.
Hail heaven’s heartbeat:
Hug your broken child,
bathed in the light of baptism.
Behold, a son.